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Here's a couple of ideas.....

"Bad Moon Rising" by C.C.R. might have been a mood lifter in "A Single Blade of Grass".  (though I loved the "Squerl Nut Zippers" scene!  It was histerical! :p  "Who hasn't?")

"Spirit in the Sky" would have been cool in "The Curse of Frank Black" while he was driving.  Or in 19-19 being played in the school bus.

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Here's 2 songs by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds from his CD Murder Ballads. They are full of violence, blending sex and death in a typical Millenniumistic fashion.

These would have had the Fox Network Execs reeling on the floor. Don't say you haven't been warned...

O'Malley's Bar

I am tall and I am thin

Of an enviable hight

And I've been known to be quite handsome

In a certain angle and in certain light

Well I entered into O'Malley's

Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"

O'Malley merely smiled at me

Said "You wouldn't be the first"

I knocked on the bar and pointed

To a bottle on the shelf

And as O'Malley poured me out a drink

I sniffed and crossed myself

My hand decided that the time was nigh

And for a moment it slipped from view

And when it returned, it fairly burned

With confidence anew

Well the thunder from my steely fist

Made all the glasses jangle

When I shot him, I was so handsome

It was the light, it was the angle

Huh! Hmmmmmm

"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed

I banged my fist upon the bar

"I bear no grudge against you!"

And my dick felt long and hard

"I am the man for which no God waits

But for which the whole world yearns

I'm marked by darkness and by blood

And one thousand powder-burns"

Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips

That clean the ocean floor

When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife

That's exactly what I saw

I jammed the barrel under her chin

And her face looked raw and vicious

Her head it landed in the sink

With all the dirty dishes

Her little daughter Siobhan

Pulled beers from dusk till down

And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke

But she pulled the best beer in town

I swooped magnificent upon her

As she sat shivering in her grief

Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall

In whale's blood and banana leaf

Her throat it crumbled in my fist

And I spun heroically around

To see Caffrey rising from his seat

I shot that mother f***er down

Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah

"I have no free will", I sang

As I flew about the murder

Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed

You really should have heard her

I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept

I panted like a pup

I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes

And her husband stupidly stood up

As he screamed, "You are an evil man"

And I paused a while to wonder

"If I have no free will then how can I

Be morally culpable, I wonder"

I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach

And gingerly he sat down

And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"

And then lay upon the ground

"None taken", I replied to him

To which he gave a little cough

With blazing wings I neatly aimed

And blew his head completely off

I've lived in this town for thirty years

And to no-one I am a stranger

And I put new bullets in my gun

Chamber upon chamber

And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes

I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows

And as I shot down the youthful Richardson

It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows

Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm

I said, "I want to introduce myself

And I am glad that all you came"

And I leapt upon the bar

And shouted out my name

Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool

Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed

And with an ashtray as big as a f***ing really big brick

I split his head in half

His blood spilled across the bar

Like a steaming scarlet brook

And I knelt at it's edge on the counter

Wiped the tears away and looked

Well, the light in there was blinding

Full of God and ghosts of truth

I smiled at Henry Davenport

Who made an attempt to move

Well, from the position I was standing

The strangest thing I ever saw

The bullet entered through the top of his chest

And blew his bowels out on the floor

Well I floated down the counter

Showing no remorse

I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter

Recently divorced

But remorse i felt and remorse I had

It clung to every thing

From the raven's hair upon my head

To the feathers on my wings

Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw

With it's golden hairless chest

And I glided through the bodies

And killed the fat man Vincent West

Who sat quietly in his chair

A man become a child

And I raised the gun up to his head

Executioner-style

He made no attempt to resist

So fat and dull and lazy

"Did you know I lived in your street?" I said

And he looked at me as though I were crazy

"O", he said, "I had no idea"

And he grew as quiet as a mouse

And the roar of the pistol when it went off

Near blew that hat right off the house

Hmmmmmm Uh Uh

Well, I caught my eye in the mirror

And gave it a long and loving inspection

"There stands some kind of man", I roared

And there did, in the reflection

My hair combed back like a raven's wing

My muscles hard and tight

And curling from the business end of my gun

Was a query-mark of cordite

Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right

And I spun to the left again

"Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!"

But no one did cause they were dead

Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm

And then there were the police sirens wailing

And a bull-horn squelched and blared

"Drop your weapons and come out

With your hands held in the air"

Well, I checked the chamber of my gun

Saw I had one final bullet left

My hand, it looked almost human

As I raised it to my head

"Drop your weapon and come out!

Keep your hands above your head!"

I had one one long hard think about dying

And did exactly what they said

There must have been fifty cops out there

In a circle around O'Malley's bar

"Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!"

So they put me in their car

And they sped me away from that terrible scene

And I glanced out of the window

Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars

And I started counting on my fingers

Aaaaaah One Aaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaaaaah Four

O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

Stagger Lee

It was back in '32 when times were hard

He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards

Stagger Lee

He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat

Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that

Stagger Lee

His woman threw him out in the ice and snow

And told him, "Never ever come back no more"

Stagger Lee

So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud

Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood

Stagger Lee

He said "Mr Motherf***er, you know who I am"

The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"

To Stagger Lee

He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see

I'm that bad motherf***er called Stagger Lee"

Mr. Stagger Lee

Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way

And I kick motherf***ing asses like you every day"

Mr Stagger Lee

Well those were the last words that the barkeep said

'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherf***ing head

Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown

Was known to make more money than any ***** in town

She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt

Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt

With Stagger Lee

She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"

Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherf***er's head"

She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time.

Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"

Mr. Stagger Lee

"But there's something I have to say before you begin

You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,

Mr. Stagger Lee"

"I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass

And furthermore I'll f*** Billy in his motherf***ing ass"

Said Stagger Lee

"I'm a bad motherf***er, don't you know

And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"

Said Stagger Lee

Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be

That bad motherf***er called Stagger Lee"

Stagger Lee

"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees

And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead"

Said Stagger Lee

Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head

And Stag filled him full of lead

Oh yeah.

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Hey, that didn't stun me. I'm a HUGE Nick Cave Fan! I read he's working on a new record but I'm a little worried since I'm still getting of the disappontment of his last record, "Nocturama"

Here's some Cave lyrics that always struck me as Millenniumistic:

Red Right Hand

Take a litle walk to the edge of town

Go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms,

like a bird of doom

As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires,

in the humming wires

Hey man, you know

you're never coming back

Past the square, past the bridge,

past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm comes

a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with

a red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,

tell you that you've been a good boy

He'll rekindle all the dreams

it took you a lifetime to destroy

He'll reach deep into the hole,

heal your shrinking soul

Hey buddy, you know you're

never ever coming back

He's a god, he's a man,

he's a ghost, he's a guru

They're whispering his name

through this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat

is a red right hand

You ain't got no money?

He'll get you some

You ain't got no car? He'll get you one

You ain't got no self-respect,

you feel like an insect

Well don't you worry buddy,

cause here he comes

Through the ghettos and the barrio

and the bowery and the slum

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

Stacks of green paper in his

red right hand

(Organ solo)

You'll see him in your nightmares,

you'll see him in your dreams

He'll appear out of nowhere but

he ain't what he seems

You'll see him in your head,

on the TV screen

And hey buddy, I'm warning

you to turn it off

He's a ghost, he's a god,

he's a man, he's a guru

You're one microscopic cog

in his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by

his red right hand

Deanna

O DEANNA

O Deanna!

O DEANNA

Sweet Deanna!

O DEANNA

You know you are my friend, yeah

O DEANNA

And I ain't down here for your money

I ain't down here for your love

I ain't down here for your love or money

I'm down here for your soul

No carpet on the floor

And the winding cloth holds many moths

Around your Ku Klux furniture

I cum of death-head in your frock

We discuss the murder plan

We discuss murder and the murder act

Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac

And death climbs in the back

O DEANNA

This is a car

O DEANNA

This is a gun

O DEANNA

And this a day number one

O DEANNA

Our little crimeworn histories

Black and smoking christmas trees

And honey, it ain't mystery

Why you're a mystery to me

We will eat out of their pantries

And their parlours

Ashy leaving in their beds

And we'll unload into their heads

On this mean season

This little angel that I squeezin'

She ain't been mean to me

O DEANNA

O Deanna!

O DEANNA

You are my friend and my partner

O DEANNA

On this house on the hill

O DEANNA

And I ain't down here for your money

I ain't down here for your love

I ain't down here for your love or money

I'm down here for your soul

O DEANNA

I am a-knocking

O DEANNA

With my toolbox and my stocking

O DEANNA

And I'll meet you on the corner

O DEANNA

Yes, you point it like a finger

O DEANNA

And squeeze its little thing

O DEANNA

Feel its kick, hear its bang

And let no worry about its issue

Don't worry about where its been

and don't worry about where it hits

Cause it just ain't yours to sin

O DEANNA

No it just ain't your to sin

O DEANNA

Sweet Deanna

O DEANNA

And we ain't getting any younger

O DEANNA

And I don't intend gettin' any older

O DEANNA

The sun a hump at my shoulder

O DEANNA

O Deanna!

O DEANNA

Sweet Deanna

O DEANNA

And I ain't down here for your money

I ain't down here for your love

I ain't down here for your love of money

I'm down here for your soul

The Mercy Seat

It began when they come took me from my home

And put me in Dead Row,

Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.

And I'll say it again

I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill

To objects and their fields,

A ragged cup, a twisted mop

The face of Jesus in my soup

Those sinister dinner meals

The meal trolley's wicked wheels

A hooked bone rising from my food

All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

An eye for an eye

A tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue

A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.

The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.

They are sick breath at my hind

They are sick breath at my hind

They are sick breath at my hind

They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber

How Christ was born into a manger

And like some ragged stranger

Died upon the cross

And might I say it seems so fitting in its way

He was a carpenter by trade

Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I

tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist

That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold

The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

All history does unfold.

Down here it's made of wood and wire

And my body is on fire

And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb

My head is shaved, my head is wired

And like a moth that tries

To enter the bright eye

I go shuffling out of life

Just to hide in death awhile

And anyway I never lied.

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.

Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.

`Tis a long-suffering shackle

Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning

And I think my head is glowing

And in a way I'm hoping

To be done with all this weighing up of truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And I've got nothing left to lose

And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing

And I think my head is smoking

And in a way I'm hoping

To be done with all this looks of disbelief.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway there was no proof

Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking

And I think my head is melting

And in a way I'm helping

To be done with all this twisted of the truth.

A lie for a lie

And a truth for a truth

And I've got nothing left to lose

And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting

And I think my blood is boiling

And in a way I'm spoiling

All the fun with all this truth and consequence.

An eye for an eye

And a truth for a truth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of proof.

A life for a life

And a truth for a truth

And anyway there was no proof

But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

An eye for an eye

And a truth for a truth

And anyway I told the truth

But I'm afraid I told a lie.

Yeah, he has written some insane stuff. :plain_big:

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After the repetitious "Love is Blue" with Lucy as the looming figure in A Room With No View, I'll not second guess 1013's music selections.  When I had that on, my wife complained that the music was exacerbating her headache.  Heck, maybe it was me...  

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~Six

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"THE REAL ME"

         THE WHO

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Lyrics: [PETE TOWNSHEND]

I went back to the doctor

To get another shrink.

I sit and tell him about my weekend,

But he never betrays what he thinks.

Can you see the real me, doctor?

I went back to my mother

I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me."

She said, "I know how it feels son,

'Cause it runs in the family."

Can you see the real me, mother?

The cracks between the paving stones

Look like rivers of flowing veins.

Strange people who know me

Peeping from behind every window pane.

The girl I used to love

Lives in this yellow house.

Yesterday she passed me by,

She doesn't want to know me now.

Can you see the real me, can you?

I ended up with the preacher,

Full of lies and hate,

I seemed to scare him a little

So he showed me to the golden gate.

Can you see the real me preacher?

Can you see the real me doctor?

Can you see the real me mother?

Can you see the real me?

 

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                                                  se7en :ouro:

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"THE SEEKER"

Lyrics:

I've looked under chairs

I've looked under tables

I've tried to find the key

To fifty million fables

chorus:

They call me The Seeker

I've been searching low and high

I won't get to get what I'm after

Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan

I asked The Beatles

I asked Timothy Leary

But he couldn't help me either

chorus

People tend to hate me

'Cause I never smile

As I ransack their homes

They want to shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere

Investigating miles

I'm a seeker

I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after

Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger

Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?

I'm happy when life's good

And when it's bad I cry

I've got values but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me

You're looking for you

We're looking in at other

And we don't know what to do

                 by,THE WHO

                                  se7en   :ouro:

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